[Marty Randolph]
Yeah, I'm just gonna be one hundred percent honest with you... um, I need his number. Can you just give me Logic's number? Please? Please? Can you just gimme, gimme, gimme...

[Vanessa]
I'm sorry. I'm not aloud to divulge that information.

[Marty Randolph]
No, what you don't understand, it's- its's not like you're divulging informa- I already had it. It's just...I need you to just open up your little black book and- Jesus Christ! C'mon!

[Vanessa]
Well, Mr. Randolph, there's nothing more I can do for you.

[Marty Randolph]
Alright, bitch, you're gonna give me that fucking number right now! You're gonna loo- on your computer or book or whatever the hell you're looking at, and you're gonna give me his goddamn number, because he was supposed to sign with me, not Visionary and go do awesome things with Def Jam! What the fuck is that shit?

[Vanessa]
If you keep speaking to me like that, Marty, I'm gonna have to hang up on you.

[Marty Randolph]
Yeah? That's cause Visionary ain't shit! And you're not shit! And fucking Logic isn't shit! And I was supposed to have him first! He was supposed to sign his soul! (Some kind of wine) Just give me the number! Fuck!